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Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

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A couple of weeks ago I noticed there was Cloud Atlas on TV and I refused to watch it. I have this strange relationship with films. I can’t explain it but if I read the book I don’t want to watch the film. Not to mention that Cloud Atlas was one hell of a book. At first I thought it was similar to Ghostwritten, but I soon discovered it wasn’t. There are six stories entertwining with each other, or better still, being enveloped in each other. We start reading the first one, than in the middle of it the second one starts, than again in the middle of it the third one starts and so on till we reach the sixth one which we read without interruption. Than all the second parts follow each other untill the book ends with the second part of the first story. This may sound confusing, but … well, I don’t have any better idea how to describe this book. The stories reference each other and each seems to be / is part of the previous one. Zachary listens but doesn’t understand Sonmi’s interview, Son…

Akvareli, Tisa in Grossman

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Vsako leto se zgodi isto. Vedno znova ugotavljam, da je dopust nekaj, kar hkrati je in ni. Na dopustu se odklopim od resničnega sveta. Ko sem drugje, Ljubljane in vsega kar sodi v normalen vsakdan ni. To niti ni tako tragično, če ne bi tudi v nasprotni smeri delovalo nekaj podobnega. Ko se vrnem z dopusta, se mi zdi, da sem si ga izmislila in se v resnici ni zgodil. 

Letošnja Tiska akademija akvarela je bila fenomenalna. Atelje s stekleno fronto, ki gleda na Tiso, me je spomnil knjige Lajosa Zilahyja, ki sem jo brala pred davnimi leti in bi jo morda prebrala še enkrat. Da vidim, če je še ista (saj vem, da ni). S kolonije sem se vrnila s polno glavo novih idej, ki jih obračam in prestavljam iz votlega v prazno. S S-jem sva imela zanimivo debato o papirju. Pred časom mi je dal blok Hahnemühle papirja za akvarel, ki ga ne mara. Nisem ga še preizkusila, vendar živim v prepričanju, da mora človek obvladati različne papirje, da ga sprememba v kakovosti ne bi preveč presenetila. Nekaj podobne…

In the Moonlight

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In the moonlight,
The colour and scent of wisteria
Seems far away.Yosa Buson

In the Twillight Rain

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In the twillight rain
these briliant - hued hibiscus -
a lovely sunset.Matsuo Basho

A Lightning Flash

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A lightning flash -
Between the forest trees
I have seen water.Masaoka Shiki

Summer Grasses

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Summer grasses -
all that remains
of the warrior's dreams.Matsuo Basho

Autumn Moonlight

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Autumn moonlight -
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.Matsuo Basho